Chapter 18: Textile Stress

Back in the hotel, I dialed Paul’s number.

“Hey Nora. How did it go with your dad?”

“He’s improving, we’re extracting him tomorrow to return home. Listen, I’ve been dumped here with nothing to do but put on my new swimsuit. Would you like to come back to the pool with me to see it?”

“An entire brigade of combat marines could not stop me. Ten minutes?”

“I’ll see you there. Don’t forget your towels. Your suit? Eh.”

I hung up. Stripped, and pulled on the new suit. Checked the mirror. Stopped. Checked again. I felt naked in this thing! It clung to me like kitchen cling wrap.

What have we done?

Along with two big towels, I grabbed one of the hotel’s robes.

At the pool, I chose a couple of loungers well off to the side and beckoned to Paul.

“Nora, I considered it, but bringing only towels might earn me a night in the gray bar hotel. I like this hotel better. You said something about a new swimsuit?”

“I need to ask, first. Do you have any diagnosed cardiac conditions or stroke risks? No? OK, sit over there with your back to the wall. I’m going to turn towards you and the wall behind you and open the robe. Prepare yourself.”

Holding the lapels of the robe, I spread my arms wide.

After a minute, when I was sure his breathing had restarted, I dropped the robe, did a slow 360° turn so he could see the back, and then stretched out on the other lounger.

Concerned that my pussy was outlined in too much detail by the suit’s panties, I draped the cover-up across my lap.

“Paul, you’re being awfully quiet. Do you dislike my new suit?”

“Nora Vinke: Will You Marry Me?”

I had to giggle. “Paul, we just met. And you should speak to my father first, as a traditional courtesy. But thank you. Maybe I will keep the suit. Are you sure you like it?”

“Oh, now you’re just teasing me. Let me put this as delicately as I can. If I could possibly like this suit a little bit more, my own swimsuit would rip apart in shreds from the strain and fall to my feet.”

I had to think about this for a moment.

“Oh, I understand. Let’s test this, scientifically. I’m going to loosen my top enough that one of my tits will fall out. What do you think?”

Paul was in crisis, now. He simply moaned, pitifully. I sat up again and faced him, pretending to loosen one of my shoulder straps.

He sounded strangled. “Nora, no. Please! You’re so cruel.”

“You’re right, Paul. I’m sorry. Let’s cool off with a swim.”

“Nora, you totally know I cannot stand up right now.”

He was being truthful. I saw, gleefully, that the seam in the front of his worn orange trunks was under severe stress.

“OK, I don’t want to frighten any of the bystanders. Let’s just lie on these comfortable loungers until you feel more relaxed.”

Actually, the pool area was nearly empty this time of day, which gave me the leeway to tease him so aggressively. I was actually tempted to grope him, and I probably would have gotten away with it.